Devilbesideyou666

I am being hunted. 

Well, not me exactly. Someone wants to get their hands on the genius behind A.M.K Pharmaceuticals. They just don't know it's me. 

I have discovered a way to negate anyone's scent, shifter or human. 

You would think it wouldn't be that big of a deal... deodorants promise the same thing, but my product is nothing like that. 

My product turns its wearers invisible to shifters. 

No, not like that. But shifters need scent more than almost anything else to identify and find a person. Without scent, they can't track down their prey, or smell an enemy coming up from behind. 

I had originally created it so my adopted father and I could avoid the shifter community. 

No one was supposed to know about it. 

Until a little birdy said something they shouldn't have to the wrong person. 

Now the humans are after me and the shifters want me dead.

But that's fine. That wasn't the only thing I came up with.

And if I am as silent as a mouse, no one will see me coming until it is too late. 



This will be a RH novel, the FMC will not have to choose. 

No MM

Check out my other works:

Rebirth In the Apocalypse: Third Time's a Charm (Book 1 in the Rebirth Series) -Completed
Fight, Flight, or Freeze: The Healer's Story (Book 2 in the  Rebirth Series) -Ongoing 
Star's Ships- Completed
Dancing with Monsters- Ongoing


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Instagram: @devil_besideyou666

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As Silent As A Mouse

"Is she dead enough?" I asked, shifting into my human form. My mates stood around me, protecting my modesty while I struggled to put on my jeans and T-shirt.

If I thought it was impossible to get dressed while damp from a shower or a pool, getting dressed while covered in blood was all that much harder.

I wished that Caleb could have cleaned me a bit better with the wet wipes, but no matter what, I was going to need a long, hot shower to deal with the aftermath.

"I mean, she isn't dead dead? Clearly, she is still breathing, and her heart is still forcing blood out of her wounds, but does passed out still count as dead?"

Did I know I was rambling? Of course, I did.

Was I going to replay this conversation over and over again in my head, wanting to find a hole in the ground to live in until the embarrassment went away? Also yes.

Dead Enough?